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I HAVE A TALE 
A TALE TO TELL
A TALE OF HUMOR OR
A TALE OF MISFORTUNE
A TALE OF A PERSON 
IN SEARCH FOR HIS HOME
HIS ONLY OBJECTIVE, TO FIND A ROAD THAT LEADS HIM TO HIS
HOME
ANY ROAD, BUT ATLEAST A ROAD, A SIGN, ANYTHING AT ALL
WANDERING AWAY, HE HAS HOPE AND FAITH THAT SOMEDAY HE WILL
SEE THIS ROAD
HE LOOKS HARD BUT SEES NOTHING
HE SEARCHES THROUGH DARKNESS BUT IN VAIN
IN A STATE OF UTMOST DESPERATION
WHEN ALL HOPE WAS LOST
HE ASKS FOR ASSISTANCE
HE DECLARES HIS STATE OF URGENCY
HIS WASTED EFFORTS A NEED OF DIRE ASSISTANCE
THE TALE HE TOLD WAS INDEED HUMOROUS
FOR HE WAS ASKED INSTEAD, “ DID YOU FORGET YOU WERE
BLIND?”
LAUGHTERS ECHOED ACROSS THE STREETS
ECHOES OF HOW A BLIND CAN EVER SEE
AS THE INTENSITY OF THE LAUGHTER INCREASED
HE REALIZED THAT THIS DARKNESS IS HIS ONLY REALITY, HIS PATH
AND HIS DESTINATION
SO GOES A TALE,
A TALE OF A BLIND, 
UNAWARE OF HIS BLINDNESS,
IN SEARCH FOR HIS PATH
Posted: 2014-08-26 09:46:19 UTC

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